The Universe has a way of consistently reminding me of synchronicity, of serendipity, of all things good and wonderful and beautiful. Even as it occasionally reminds me of the less-than-wonderful, which is okay, too.
I’ve posted about this day, this time of year, before. The First Day in August was big for me, huge. Huger than huge. I didn’t know when I wrote that post, that simply the writing of it, the sharing, the getting-it-out-there-ness of it, would mean deeper and deeper healing, to a point that the end-of-July discomfort no longer has any hold on me, none at all. I jump for joy and dance and sing, that the heaviness has let go. Yippppeeee!!!
Still, I’m not one to ignore traditions and rituals. No, no, no, not me! Not ever! And especially never any that include songs!
So, today, as I have for decades, I listen to a Carole King song, “The First Day in August”. And because today there will be a blue moon, I’m also listening to “Once In A Very Blue Moon”. Oh, and so many other songs, but these two… repeatedly. (Perhaps were you here, you might be thinking that “ad nauseam” fits better than “repeatedly”… aren’t you glad you aren’t?!) Most definitely!
I love synchronous, serendipitous days. Love, love, love them! ✍